Semua Bab Dumped to Don: My Ex Calls Me Donna: Bab 1 - Bab 8

As it turned out, Christopher had noticed the ruby ring on my right ring finger—a ring that only the Donna was entitled to wear. And now it was on my hand.I was still thinking of how to explain when Christopher suddenly sneered. "I can't believe you'd go so far as to steal the Don's ring just to get my attention.""The Don gave me this. I'm not a thief, and I'm certainly not short of money!" I snapped, pulling my hand free quickly.If my husband saw this scene, he'd probably get so jealous that he'd kill Christopher right on the spot.Seeing that I still refused to accept his card, Christopher let out a disdainful laugh."You're already in this state, so why are you still being so stubborn?"His blue eyes actually looked a little misty."Part of the reason you're like this right now is because I abandoned you back then. Are you refusing my help because you want to punish me by letting yourself suffer?"Lina, standing to the side, seemed to see right through everything. She imm

I looked down, only to realize that the charm I'd always worn had somehow fallen to the ground.Christopher bent to pick it up, his expression soft with a deep affection.Six years ago, when he went out on business, he was not only set up by a rival Famiglia, but he nearly lost his life as well.Because of this, I'd personally sewn this protective charm for him to keep him safe.But I knew that he'd long since discarded that charm.The one he was holding now was the one the Don had personally sewn for me to keep me safe. I treasured it and wore it every single day. The stitching was slightly crooked, but it was filled with his heartfelt care.After so many years, if not for Christopher mentioning it, I would've nearly forgotten about that part of my past completely.But given my husband's identity, I didn't want to elaborate.Seeing my silence, the smug Lina continued to mock me."You're not still hung up on that shabby little charm you made, are you? Chris threw it into the m

Mark's movements were subtle, but they carried tremendous weight.The entire ballroom appeared calm on the surface, but underneath, tensions churned.I looked at Mark, and the softest part of my heart was laid bare. My eyes stung, and my voice caught."Don Vittorino, the reason I've never let you make our identities public is that I didn't want special treatment. I just wanted to live an ordinary life."Mark looked at me, his eyes filled with tender heartbreak for me. He pulled me even closer."I'm sorry for coming late, Amore. Don't cry."Seeing the gentleness in his eyes, my tears simply wouldn't stop. He had no choice but to keep murmuring soft reassurances while wiping my tears away.The crowd soon began to stir, and people exchanged glances. Some opportunists—fair-weather reeds—suddenly turned their criticism toward the hotel."What kind of trash hotel is this? How can you judge people by their appearances? Just because the Donna was dressed a little simpler, you saw her a

Mark's gaze fell on the winding scar across my chest, his eyes immediately darkening. He reached out, fingertips brushing ever so gently over the uneven ridges, as if he were afraid he might shatter something."When I found you back then, this scar was still bleeding," he said, his voice thick with heartache. "You were wrapped in a dress burned black, huddled in the corner of the warehouse, too weak to even cry…"As he spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed, and the arm around me tightened.I could feel his body tense slightly. He was clearly reliving that moment, the mix of heartache and fury surging through him again.From that day on, Mark paid special attention to this matter and quietly sent his most trusted Consigliere to investigate Lina.Within days, the full report landed on the desk in his study.As it turned out, to make sure Christopher would never find me again back then, Lina had deliberately arranged for me to be lured to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Sh